A/N. Right, so here is the gist of it. Welcome to my story, hope you find yourself intrigued and happy with how it goes.
Updates will be random, as I have other commitments than just writing and my free time is sparse. Lastly, I am writing this for fun, though would appreciate a beta reader should anyone volunteer.
Now here are some warnings about what will be in the story.
More than just witchcraft(A.K.A. JRK's magic), duh, it's a crossover with Highschool DxD, but there will be more than the two world magics.
The types of magic will come one at a time, as well as their sub areas, and will be at the bottom of each page.
Secondly, there will be the equivalent of a 'Planeswalker' from MTG, So there will be some MTG inspired abilities and story.
Thirdly, Harry does not become a Horcrux, and I'll be sure to show you later.
Fourthly, This story is inspired by the airing anime, The Ancient Magus' bride and EmeraldGuardian7's Making a deal with a devil fic.
And finally, there are going to sexual references, mature themes and jokes as well as possibly lemons should I feel up to it. Pairings are undecided, though I am strongly leaning towards using an OC for Harry's partner. This story is going to be divided into many story arcs, which will alternate between DxD and Potter cannon. The beginning will focus more on Harry's side of things, while the latter half should take on a more DxD approach.
Essentially, all you need to know is that my not so sane head as hatched this story up and I've decided to share.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, for if I did, I'd be rich an not spending my time here.
Read, Enjoy(Hopefully) and Review!
Chapter One: Plans
1986, July 15th... (Universal POV)
Harry Potter sat tied up in the trunk of the Dursley car. The reason? Well today apparently his freakishness had gone to far for his Uncle, and the man had decided to tie him up and place him in the trunk.
They then drove off to God knows where, with the entire trip remaining quite uncomfortable for the young Potter boy. During the trip, Harry was sure his uncle was purposefully hitting every bump that he could find to make Harry suffer more and more.
He didn't cry though, as he had long since learned that it brought him no comfort nor did it serve him. In fact, all it did was make his Uncle and relatives beat him more, as if their sadistic nature was turned on by his pleas for mercy and cries of pain.
While they drove off, Harry managed to get into a restless sleep, which thankfully stopped him from feeling the worse of the pain the living world offered him every waking moment he experienced.
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Harry woke to find himself still wrapped quite tightly, though now he was in a cage instead of the trunk of the Dursley's car. Looking around himself, he found himself to be on a stage of some sort, with lots of creepy types looking at him. Harry swallowed nervously, not sure what his uncle had planned for him this time.
And speaking of the devil, Uncle Vernon came to the stage moments after the thought had been cast out.
Harry looked up at the large whale of a man and saw as he held a micro phone in hand.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here tonight to auction of this wonderful lad right here!" Vernon called out happily, almost giddy in fact.
Harry turned to look at the people in the seats before the stage, and shuddered. These types were all scary, though it was Vernon's next sentence that identified them to the boy. "So Fellow Patrons, the starting bid is 25,000 pounds!" Vernon said quite loudly, and Harry was unfortunate enough to hear the evil chuckle that followed.
After a few moments of murmuring, the bidding began. "40,000!" one of the patrons called out from somewhere amongst the seats, so Harry couldn't find out who.
"60,000!" another shouted, again undetectable for Harry.
"80,000!" said a third. And so went on the bids, each rising higher then the last. Harry, throughout the whole process couldn't find it in himself to understand why people were willing to spend so much money on a freak like him.
Beginning to zone out of the misery that was his life, Harry then heard in the far back of the room some shouting. The words Harry was able to hear were, "S-sir... you can't!" but it seemed those words were ignored.
Suddenly, the doors to the hall were blown open, and standing where they had once been closed, was an odd looking figure wearing a black robe with odd markings covering it.
"2,000,000," The man said calmly though loud enough for the entire hall to hear.
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(Robed man POV)
Looking around the room, I found the masked and unmasked faces staring at me in shock. Smiling to myself, happy that the desired effect I had been hoping to cause was achieved, I then turned my attention to the young boy sitting on the center stage.
My features then quickly took on a curious expression, ignoring the awfully giddy whale on stage. 'Harry Potter... I have found you at last,' I thought as I stared at the young boy on stage.
Ignoring the odd feeling inside, I began walking towards the stage. The only phrase I heard as I did so was "SOLD TO THE ROBED MAN OVER THERE!" this said by the whale masquerading as a human.
Once this was said, and my movement began taking effect, the patrons around me burst out into whispers. It didn't matter though, so I ignored them. Walking forwards, I finally arrived at the stage.
Kneeling down to the cage, I then opened it. Inside, I found a small frail boy, who didn't even try to run with the door now open. This i guessed, was because of the rope binding him. How sad.
Taking out the money in cash, I placed it in the whale's hand. "Here you go, now leave," I stated in a monotone voice. Too happy with the profit, the man didn't complain like he would normally have, and gladly left, which was when most of the patrons got up to.
Seeing as the man didn't care to make it official, I then took the small boy out of his cage. He didn't struggle, fortunate, I suppose. "We will be going now, child," I said, speaking to the boy for the first time since my appearance.
Harry seemed surprised by this, and didn't understand what to do. Reaching out, I noticed how he flinched when I did so. A familiar sensation coursed through my veins, one that I couldn't quite place as it had been a while since it was felt. No matter, that is something that can be dealt with at a later date.
Stopping myself, I then said in the warmest tone of voice that I could muster, "Come child, we're leaving now," Mostly repeating myself.
Seemingly lost, I maintained my patience, waiting to see if he would act on his own. It took a little longer than I expected, however soon enough, Harry moved. Crawling towards me in the most uncomfortable looking manor, I found myself doing nothing to help, instead choosing to study the boy. He was weak, that was evident, and severely underfed, something that would have to be rectified quite soon.
Once he was finally out, I then caught sight of him looking up at me, seemingly trying to discern my visage hidden by my cloak. "Come on child, we'll be going home now," I stated to the boy.
He nodded in acknowledgement, though he seemed not in the least surprised by my choice of words. Curious, I wonder what he expects?
Offering my hand, I saw that he took it reluctantly. "Now child, close your eyes, do not open them less you wish to become ill.," I informed him.
Doing as told, the young Potter waited patiently for the next command to come his way. Then, with the now mastered ease, I summoned my usual travel spell, and watched as a portal of sorts opened up before me. Slowly, the auction house was left behind, and eventually, we arrived at the house I had created many years ago after first being summoned to this world.
"Child, you may open your eyes now," I say rather softly, so as to keep the young Potter at ease.
I knew he had complied by the simple movement and the gasp of awe that followed it. He seemed quite interested with the location we had arrived at. While it was nothing luxurius, I new that to most it would seem as such. Smiling as the boy looked over the long fields and forest nearby, and eventually fixing his gaze onto the sight of the world I had just brought him too.
"That over there," I said, gesturing to the rustic house, which I called home, "Is your new home. Let's get you acquainted, shall we?" I asked.
The young Potter boy seemed to have forgotten his pain in that moment, and eagerly walked towards the house. I let him go, and followed at a safe distance behind, keeping an eye out for any of the inhabitants that lived on my lands. Generally, they were friendly, but that was because of what I was, and it had been quite some time since I had last had human on my lands.
Eventually, we arrived at the door to the house and I caught up to the young Potter boy. Reaching out for the door, I turned the knob and let the small boy in, watching curiously as he took a slow step forward, looking as if he believed the event to be surreal in someway.
Patient as always, I watched as he slowly picked up speed and finally managed to walk in like a normal person would. Once inside, I closed the door behind me. I noticed the Potter boy look around, though I had no idea as to what he was searching for. Well, I can find that out later. With a simple gesture, I led the son of my previous... friends you could call them, and made a motion for him to take a seat. He seemed reluctant, which puzzled me.
"What troubles you child?" I asked aloud, wondering what he could possibly be thinking.
The Potter boy looked down at his feet, seemingly finding them interesting. Hmm, I remember this gesture, it's when a human feels nervous or shy, Lily had done it once. "Um... well you see... sir... I'm filthy," the Potter boy finished rather lamely.
Unable to see my face do to the cloak, I guess he couldn't understand my following statement. "And is that a problem?" I asked, curious as to why a child would worry about such things.
"But... wouldn't it dirty your furniture?" he questioned.
I nodded, though waved the matter aside. "It would, but it is irrelevant, sit down... please," I stated, adding the last part rather lazily.
Doing as he was told, he finally sat down, which made things rather easy to move from, as now he would be more relaxed, and easier to get to understand what would become of him.
"I believe I have yet to ask for your name?" I said, trying to break the silence, and attempting at getting the child to open up.
"Um... It's Harry sir, Harry Potter," he replied softly.
"Harry," I said, as if testing the word on my tongue. Pretending to think it over, I then asked, "So... Harry, would you be alright if I called you that?" I asked, trying to make the boy even more relaxed.
Harry nodded quickly though stiffly. Sighing internally, I just hoped that he would break out of this shell he had created.
"Right, now Harry... if you have any questions, now would be a good time to ask them," I informed the youngest Potter that I have ever helped.
Harry thought it over for a moment, leaving the silence time to retake its place. It was shattered a moment later. "What do you want me to do? Am I your slave? Do I need to do chores and if so, which ones?" Harry asked me, to which I simply sighed internally. Making a mental note to drop off one of my many creatures at the Dursleys home. "You will not be my slave or servant," I stated.
Harry raised an eyebrow, something that made the boy look far older than he was. "Then your letting me do as I please?" he asked.
Chuckling, I then answered with an amused tone. "Of course not, I did buy you after all," I reminded him.
Harry's head sank, but just as fast as he had done this, it rose to face me again. "Then what do you want from me?"
At this question, I smiled, something which I later wondered if he saw. "My Intentions are to raise you, and in return for providing you with a home, I wish for you to become my apprentice," I stated.
Harry nodded, though I noticed tears about to form on his face. "How did we get here?" he then asked, as if just now realizing that we had traveled quite far.
"Magic," I said rather simply.
Apparently shocked by this answer, Harry was quick to protest the idea. "But magic isn't real!" he exclaimed.
I smiled from beneath the cloak. "Then explain to me how we got from the auction hall you were in all the to the other side of the British isles?" I replied.
That shut him up rather quickly. Silence once again followed before he asked, "What will I be doing here?"
Without missing a beat, I answered, "You will do as instructed, follow an exercise routine, study both mundane knowledge as well as the magical arts. Free time will come later,"
Harry nodded in acceptance. Then he asked, "Will I have to do chores?"
I shook my head. "No, all you'll have to do is keep your room clean," I stated.
At the mention of a room, I noticed that Harry seemed rather happy. I added the reaction to my memories for something to study. "If that is all for now, I will now show you to your quarters," I stated.
Nodding, Harry then rose and followed me around the house for the short tour that I gave him. After showing him to his room, which was rather large and quite well equipped, I then decided to set the ground rules in place. "Now Harry, breakfast is served every morning at seven. Should you be late, I will keep a meal to the side for you however this will be considerably less then what you would get should you rise at seven. Next, never go onto the grounds until I have finished teaching you about them, as there are many dangerous entities on the land," I paused to see if he was catching all of what I was saying. When he nodded his head for me to continue, I proceeded.
"Lunch is at noon sharp, and supper is served at five. Come this September, you will be going to classes in the local school, and I expect to do your absolute best there. Lastly, should you have free time, please remain in the manor and when the time comes that the grounds are safe, then you'll have that as an option to. Is this understood?" I asked.
Harry said a soft, "Yes sir," in reply, which I smiled at. However, the smile was completely removed when he then asked, "Um sir? What is your name?"
Damn it all, I knew I had forgotten something. "Sorry about that Harry, my name is Damascus Abysswalker," I said, choosing to use my birth name like I had done with Lily and James.
Walking away from the door, I checked the time, 4:30, well, hopefully Harry will be ready for supper when the time comes. After which, he can get a head start on his reading.
Right, so this is the opening chapter. This is not beta'd so please understand that it's not perfect. Also, as promised, below is a small description of things relevant to the story. Three things get covered and they are usually chapter related.
Magic: Mystical energy that is a part of nature. Has many types and practices, as well as multiple sub types. Magic can essentially do anything, though it requires lots of magical energy also known as Mana.
Harry Potter: Recently purchased, the young boy is now offered a home with an odd man by the name of Damascus who claims to have known his parents. Now a ward of Damascus', Harry is going to live a very different life then was originally planned.
Damascus Abysswalker: A shady character with no known history or relations. Claims to have known Harry's parents, however if that is true is yet to be revealed as there is no one else living to verify his claims.
Hope these small notes were fun. Ciao!